***A Standalone novel in The Pucked Series***I’m NHL defenseman Lance Romero, AKA Lance “Romance."I’m notorious for parties and excess. I have the most penalty minutes in the league. I get into the most fights. I take the most hits. I’m a player on and off the ice. I’m the one women with no inhibitions want.Not because I like the notoriety, but because I don’t know how to be any other way.I have secrets. Ones I shared with the wrong person, and she used them against me. Sometimes she still does. I should cut ties. But she makes it difficult, because she’s the kind of bad I deserve.At least that’s what I believed until someone from my past gets caught up in my present. She’s all the good things in this world. She lights up my dark.I shouldn’t want her.But I do. I should leave her alone.But I won’t.

NYT and USA Today bestselling author of PUCKED, Helena Hunting lives on the outskirts of Toronto with her incredibly tolerant family and two moderately intolerant cats. She's writes contemporary romance ranging from new adult angst to romantic sports comedy.

The power of pleasure…
Gabriel Miller took everything from me. My family. My innocence. My home. The only thing I have left is the determination to get back what’s mine.
He thinks he’s beaten me. He thinks he’s won. What he doesn’t realize is that every pawn has the chance to become a queen.
And the game has only just begun.
* * * * * *
THE KNIGHT is book two in the Endgame series from New York Times bestselling author Skye Warren about revenge and seduction in the game of love.

A sleek black limo idles in the center of the parking lot, the gleaming black stark against the backdrop of cracked concrete and cigarette-littered gravel. It’s not for me, I tell myself. It can’t be.

It’s probably one of Chastity’s customers.
At eight o’clock in the morning. In the cheapest motel in Tanglewood.
The driver steps out and nods to me in that deferent, discreet way that drivers have. My stomach sinks. He opens the back door and stands beside it, a silent invitation. A tacit command from the man inside.
My feet move me across the pavement, breath trapped. It’s that moment when you’ve slammed your finger in a door, before the pain has registered, when your mind is all too aware of what comes next.
The shadowed interior hides his face, but I know who it is before he speaks.
“Good morning,” comes the low voice of the man who made me come on his desk. The door shuts behind me, enclosing me in the warm darkness.
“What are you doing here?”
A shuffle of papers. The scratch of a pen. As the darkness solidifies, I see him reclined in the back of the limo, focused on a stack of papers in front of him. Working, like I’m a distraction. “I’m your ride.”
He doesn’t even look up. “Excuse me?”
“To Landon Moore’s office. That is where you’re going, I assume.”
My eyes narrow. “How do you know that?”
Finally he looks up, his golden gaze searing me. “Because you’ll do anything to get your house back. It’s the only place you feel safe, isn’t it? The only place you felt loved?”
My stomach clenches. “How did you know where to find me?”
“I don’t think you need me to answer that.”
Because he knows everything that happens in the city. He could have had me followed after I left his office yesterday, but odds are he knew where I was before. “Thanks, but no thanks. I’d rather walk on nails than ride with you.”
I pull the latch to discover that the door is locked. From the inside.
My gaze flies to him. “You’re kidnapping me?”
“Unfortunately,” he says with fake sympathy. “You’ll have to explain to the cops how I abducted you and transported you in comfort to your previously planned destination.”
The car glides forward, as if connected to his very will.
Asshole.
I glare at him, settling into the warm leather. Are these seats heated? Of course they are. I have to admit this is way more comfortable than the city bus, but everything has a cost. And when it comes to Gabriel Miller, the cost is always too high. “Why are you doing this?”
“Does it matter?” he asks, his voice faintly mocking. “As a gentleman your comfort is my highest priority. It’s enough to be of service to you.”
“You’re not a gentleman.”
“Probably right. In that case I’m coming with you to see sweet old Uncle Landon give you the horrible news, to see your face fall as he assures you there’s nothing you can do.”
My throat constricts. “Can’t you find someone else to torture?”
“No one nearly as pretty. Besides, my presence has some advantages.”
“My very own supply of fire and brimstone?”
“People are more inclined to tell the truth when I’m in the room. My reputation for dealing with liars and cheats is somewhat brutal.” He leans forward, his eyes reflecting sunlight. “All of it true, I’m afraid.”
I’m living proof of that, the fallout from my father’s decision to steal. “Be careful or I might think you’re actually being nice to me.”
A short laugh. “Not a chance. It will be my pleasure to see Landon Moore break. And even sweeter to watch you break, too. A show I can’t pass up.”

Author Bio:
Skye Warren is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance such as the Chicago Underground series. Her books have been featured in Jezebel, Buzzfeed, USA Today Happily Ever After, Glamour, and Elle Magazine. She makes her home in Texas with her loving family, two sweet dogs, and one evil cat.

Taylor Kerr and Chris Willows have an easy, laid back, no strings attached,
friends with benefits arrangement, but what happens when someone wants more
and those lines become blurred?

Chris has loved Taylor for a while, but to protect herself, she's pushed
aside his feelings for her.

Taylor is a witty, independent and feisty party girl, but doesn't think
she's capable of loving anyone. Can Chris, the sexy fire fighter, ignite a
fire in her heart and persuade her to give him the chance that he's been
fighting for?

Maybe when Taylor finds herself, she'll find Chris; her soulmate.

￼

EXCERPT:

Chris

I wake up hot, Taylors' legs are wrapped around me like a vine, her head is
cushioned in the dip of my arm, and her hand is resting on my chest
dropping my chin to my chest so I can see her better.

In her sleep, she looks innocent but troubled; I need her to let me in.
Before she wakes up, I lift her hand and place a kiss on the top of it and
then gently move her leg off me.

I slide my arm from under her and ease out of bed, gently, careful not to
disturb her. I don’t want to leave her before she wakes, but I can’t take
the regret and rejection from her again…this is the best way.

I wrap a towel from the bathroom around me and fetch my clothes from where
we left them last night - on the kitchen floor. I pull on my jeans and
shirt, have a quick glass of water and take the towel back to the bathroom.

I sneak one more look at Taylor in bed, sleeping soundly, kissing her
softly on the top of her head, I quietly shut the bedroom door behind me
and leave.

ABOUT AUTHOR

Sienna Grant is a 39 year old married mother of three children from the UK.
She loves reading, but her secret passion was to one day write her own
book, so when she had to give up work, she decided to put pen to paper and
jot down some ideas.

After friends had pushed her to go for it, she took their advice and opened
herself up to a whole new world.

Picking up the Pieces was her debut novel and is book 1 of the Broken
Series.

How did my life get so complicated? Going to my ex-boyfriend’s party seemed
like a good idea to prove I moved on. And that’s where I saw him –the
stranger with the perfect amount of cocksure promises. So I took everything
he offered, every delicious inch. It’s just that I wasn’t completely aware
of the entire package.

Kellan

How did my life get so perfect? Sure, I’m a complete package and I know how
to use my assets. I’m never lonely and the ladies drop to their knees for a
night with me. I know what you’re thinking –I’m a manwhore, well, you’re
right, but I’m always honest with my one night stands - there’s never an
encore But now I must get my game on because there's much more at stake
than I could have imagined.

For one night, we surrendered to our desires and it was sublime. But then
our worlds unexpectedly collided once again. What are the odds?

EXCERPT

“Wait… I don’t even know your name,” I panted.

He gave me a lopsided grin before licking his bottom lip in a hypnotizing
way. Finally, he rewarded me with an answer: “My name depends on who you
are.”

I tried to stop my laugh, rolling my eyes instead, “What about men? What do
they call you?”

“Bastard, asshole… you name it,” he shrugged.

“You’re confusing me,” I started, smiling at him to let him know I was
teasing. “What should I call you if I agree to go with you?” I added.

“When you agree to leave this club with me you can call me ‘stranger’ till
I become your God,” he whispered into my ear before peppering kisses on the
sensitive skin under my ear.

I nodded my head, letting him guide me toward the exit.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Abby Gale is an international author. She is an avid reader, former
blogger, and a pharmacist. She writes whatever storyline sucks her in, but
mostly her books will be erotica with some darkness in it.

Her debut novel Violet is an erotica-suspense with ménage relationship.

But now I have a spunky, sexy secretary named Ruby and I also have a
dilemma.

Because I want Ruby in a way I've never wanted anyone else.

And I don’t let anyone's rules f*cking stop me from getting what I want.
Not even my own.

My c*ck is as ready as my mind is hesitant.

I know I shouldn't. I'm her boss and old enough to know better.

She thinks she wants me. For her very first time.

But she doesn’t know what it is she’s asking for.

I don’t just want her on my desk, on my floor, on my lap.

I want her tied up and begging me to do whatever I want with her.

Ruby’s no pushover. She has a mind of her own. And I’m beginning to suspect
she has some dark secrets.

Her own past, mixed with my present desires, could get us both into a lot
of trouble.

Tying her up could take me down. So why do I still want to do it?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Juliana Conners is an Amazon bestselling author who writes sizzling hot
romance about bad boys with filthy mouths and even dirtier thoughts, and
the feisty ladies who win not only their rock hard, tattooed bodies but
also their hearts. She is the only female human living in a house she
shares with her bad boy techie husband and their two usually good little
boys. They do live with a female cat and a female dog to even out the
score! She enjoys weather as warm, food as spicy and coffee as hot as she
likes her romance. She aims to write stories that will captivate your mind,
warm your heart and fulfill your fantasies.

A hand on my arm stirs me from my deep musings. “Lucas, are you okay?”

My head turns and I find Charlotte standing beside me. The first thing I
notice are her large tits and how close they are to touching my arm. If I
shift a fraction of a step to the side I could feel them press against me.
My eyes move up over her delicate collarbones. I want to place a kiss
between them and then lick my way up her graceful neck until I reach her
red mouth. Fuck me. She has the mouth of a fucking porn star. I wonder if
she sucks dick like one?

“Lucas.” She rubs my arm, pulling me back to the present.

My eyes leave her enticing lips and raise up to meet her enthralling blues
and I finally find my voice. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I turn to face her, our
gazes never breaking contact. With her heels she stands only a few inches
shorter than my six foot one inch frame and the tips of her breasts are
pointing at my chest. Being this close to her has my dick hard. I’ve never
had such a strong reaction to a woman before. A few seconds in her company
and my cock’s ready and waiting.

“Can I get you anything?” she asks, rubbing my arm again.

That’s a loaded question if I ever heard one.

“I don’t know. Can you?”

Her hand falls from my arm. “If you want something, I’ll get it for you.”

I inch forward until her tits are touching my chest. Her eyes go wide. “I
want a lot of things Charlie.” I let my hand caress over the curve of her
hip down to the top of her ass as I reach behind her to pick up the refill
the waitress placed there for me a few minutes ago. I take a step back,
lifting the drink toward my mouth. “Right now I just want another beer.” My
lips close around the bottle and I take a large gulp. Jesus. I need a cold
shower after being this close to her.

Her porn star lips open in a silent oh at my reply. She flashes me a tight
smile and looks down at the diamond encrusted Rolex on her wrist. “The limo
will be here in twenty minutes to pick us up.”

I nod my head before tipping back the beer. If I drink this one straight
down I’ll have time for one more.

Charlotte takes a dainty step back still looking at me and then pivots
around to walk back into the reception room. My eyes follow her, locked on
the generous curves of her ass. Fuck. I no longer need to wonder or
speculate about what my father saw in her. It’s the same thing every red
blooded guy sees when he looks at her. SEX. Between her large rack, her
full lips and her heart shaped ass, I don’t know which I’d like to bite
more. But I’d sure like to find out.

About the Author:

Remy Blake is a male and female author duo, who paired up to have some fun
writing steamy, short reads, with insta love/lust and a HEA. You can expect
twice the debauchery in every novel they write.

Dylan Carter has hit rock bottom. Despite being a womanizer, he is lonely.
He's broke and is struggling to revive his once flourishing journalism
career. Then he meets Alexa Moore, and Dylan realizes she could be the
answer to his dilemma.
As a former call girl, Alexa has had it tough. She wants to turn her life
around, working tirelessly to get her degree in Business Management at
Stanford. When Dylan proposes that she lets him write a piece about her
experiences, she is hesitant to expose herself. Letting him into her life
isn't a walk in the park, but his earnestness and wit get through her
defenses.
The more time they spend together, the harder it is to deny the attraction
simmering between them, but is it enough for Alexa to open her heart?

About The Author:

TIA LEWIS

Tia Lewis is a romance author from the Midwest who writes about smart,
sexy, sassy women and hot, possessive alpha males. Her favorite bad boys to
write about include sports players, mafia, bikers, billionaires, and the
bad-ass next door. You can find her cooking, reading, or traveling when
she’s not busy working on her next release.

"I heard you talking yesterday and you said 'one more white lie isn't going
to make a difference.' I just want to know what you meant."

"You heard that, huh?" My father tilted his head to study me. "It's just a
small lie you tell when you don't want to hurt someone's feelings. It's
nothing for you to worry about."

My eyes grew wide. "Like when you told Aunt Rena that her pie was good even
though it tasted icky?"

"Exactly." He smiled.

"Or when you told the man last week that you hadn't seen Uncle Bruno and
you had?"

The Smile fell from his face and he straightened in his chair. "No,
Princess, that was a different kind of lie."

Scrunching up my nose, I asked, "What kind of lie was that?"

My father swallowed hard before replying. "That's the kind of lie where you
have to have a real good memory."

As an inquisitive child, the woman known as Clarissa Solano, could never
have imagined how significant those words would become. That she would
spend years twisting the truth: hoping and praying that she would not
contradict herself and expose the secrets she keeps locked inside. Most of
the people in her life don't really know her at all. She forces them to
swallow her lies, but she is the one who feels the bitter aftertaste of
deception. When Lane Hunter sweeps into her life, she finds herself opening
up in ways she never thought possible. He sees beyond the façade to the
woman beneath and knows instantly that he wants her. However, all is not as
it seems and when secrets and lies are exposed, it threatens to destroy
them all. This is the first book in a series of standalone HEAs

EXCERPT

Kerr gave me an inquisitive look. “What’s this girl mean to you, Lay?”

“She’s just a case.” I confirmed as casually as I could.

“I call bullshit, Brother. If we are going to continue working on this, I
need to know what she means to you. Really, means to you,” he pushed.

What does she mean to me?

It was a valid question; one I wished I knew how to answer. I had only
known her a short time, but she had come to mean a fuck of a lot to me. The
thought of anything happening to her made me want to rip my heart out of my
chest. Knowing now that she was living a life that was not her own, made me
want to claim her in a way that she would never be lost again. I decided to
choose my words carefully. The last thing I needed was shit from my brother
and another lecture from my dad.

“Remember when I was in my freshman year, and I was going out with Molly
Anderson? You offered to drive her home for me and you…”

“Okay, Lay. I know where this is going,” Kerr groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Well, you know how I didn’t speak to you for over a month? ”

Kerr cringed a little and began to sway back and forth on his heels,
looking just as fucking guilty as he did back then.

“Yeah, of course I remember, how the fuck could I ever forget?”

“Well, if you so much as lay a finger on her, you are dead to me.”

Kerr sucked air between his teeth. “You mean like dead, dead?”

“Dead. Dead.” I reiterated, grinding my own teeth just in case he was
somehow missing the point.

“Fan-fuckin-tastic,” Dad groaned. “I’ve been waiting nearly three years for
you to get your head out of your ass and start living your life again, and
the one fuckin’ girl you shouldn’t be anywhere near is the one you want.”

The room went silent as all the air was sucked clean out of it. I closed my
eyes and fought the burn. I could not believe my father would choose to go
there. Kerr cleared the emotion from his throat and placed his hand on my
shoulder.

“Well, it looks like we’ve got a job to do,” he told me with a soft smile.

AUTHOR BIO

S E Cooper lives in Scotland with her husband, their two boys, a crazy cat
and a bonkers bunny. She has always loved to read and write stories but it
wasn't until she discovered the wonderful world of self-publishing and
became inspired by some of her favorite Indie Authors that she decided to
take the plunge herself. Her hobbies include photography, spending time
with her family and daydreaming.

After 18 years of being sheltered by my dad and brothers, the only thing I
want is to go off to college and experience life like any other girl my
age. I’ve spent endless hours dreaming of ditching dad approved clothes and
brother approved social events.

I want to make my own friends and explore...relationships.

I wasn’t prepared for my dad and brother to embrace Steve, the tattooed man
who was hanging out shirtless in my dorm room on move in day. How can I
explore friendships much less relationships when Steve has taken over as my
primary protector? Acting like my brothers used to, only the feelings he
invokes are nothing brotherly.

I just want to explore...Steve Morrison, the alpha male who happens to be
my roommates overprotective brother.

Steve

All that is left of my family is Curtis, my fraternal twin brother and
Sierra our younger sister. My mission is to protect Sierra with everything
I am. I will be there to prevent her from being sucked into the typical
college experiences including dating and partying. No way will I let her
fall for the stupid guys on campus.

I won’t let her be distracted by anyone…even her roommate.

I have reasons for needing to protect Sierra. Most guys my age wouldn’t
understand, but most guys haven’t experienced what I have. I don’t care
what people think about me. My mission is clear.

I won’t be distracted by anyone...even her roommate.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I’m MF Isaacs, I live on an island in Southeast Alaska with my husband and
our handful of kids. I grew up in a family of four sisters, living in the
Seattle area. My parents proved over and over that I was the favorite
child; my dad secretly took me to breakfast on Saturday mornings and my mom
taught me the art of ignoring children while trying to finish reading the
next chapter.

I live for vacations, a good book and the Seahawks. I’m a sucker for
beautiful sunsets and hot book boyfriends.

I was perfectly content with my life, or at least I thought I was. Then
Zander ‘The Hitman’ Cage walked into my bar with those hypnotizing blue
eyes and everything I ever thought I wanted flew out the window. Giving him
a chance was the easiest decision I ever made. He ripped apart my safe
little existence and took me along for the ride of my life. He was a
fighter, a hero and every woman’s fantasy.

Zander

I didn’t need any distractions coming up on the biggest fight of my career,
but fate had other plans. Savannah was a breath of fresh air and the most
beautiful woman I had ever seen. I never planned on meeting her, I also
don't plan on letting her go. I'll do whatever it takes to show her that
I'm more than just the name, and will stop at nothing to make her mine.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Brittany Crowley grew up in Massachusetts and still lives there today. She
is a stay at home mom to her three little ones and loves every second of
it. Getting into the world of romance after she had her first child, she
was hooked. Never thinking she had what it takes to write, she had many
ideas in her head but never put them on paper. Now you can find her trying
to keep up with her crazy kids and writing any chance she gets.

The last time I saw my best friend’s younger brother, he was a geek wearing braces. But when Cannon shows up to crash in my spare room, I get a swift reality check.
Now twenty-four, he’s broad shouldered and masculine, and so sinfully sexy, I want to climb him like the jungle gyms we used to enjoy. At six-foot-something with lean muscles hiding under his T-shirt, a deep sexy voice, and full lips that pull into a smirk when he studies me, he’s pure temptation.
Fresh out of a messy breakup, he doesn’t want any entanglements. But I can resist, right?
I’m holding strong until the third night of our new arrangement when we get drunk and he confesses his biggest secret of all: he’s cursed when it comes to sex. Apparently he’s a god in bed, and women instantly fall in love with him.
I’m calling bullshit. In fact, I’m going to prove him wrong, and if I rack up a few much-needed orgasms in the process, all the better.
There’s no way I’m going to fall in love with Cannon. But once we start…I realize betting against him may have been the biggest mistake of my life.

A New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author of more than two dozen titles, Kendall Ryan has sold over 1.5 million books and her books have been translated into several languages in countries around the world. She's a traditionally published author with Simon & Schuster and Harper Collins UK, as well as an independently published author. Since she first began self-publishing in 2012, she's appeared at #1 on Barnes & Noble and iBooks charts around the world. Her books have also appeared on the New York Times and USA Today bestseller lists more than three dozen times. Ryan has been featured in such publications as USA Today, Newsweek, and InTouch Magazine.

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